People passed
Me on the churchyard path,
That I walk
So oft,
Caught in my passing thoughts,
(Many now forgot)
Then came the rain again
To wash all who pass
Along this fleeting path.
People passed
Me on the churchyard path,
That I walk
So oft,
Caught in my passing thoughts,
(Many now forgot)
Then came the rain again
To wash all who pass
Along this fleeting path.
Love the rhyme
Thank you, Kendi. I’m delighted you appreciate the rhyme in my poem.
Another nice one, Kevin.
Thank you, Vivienne.
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Beautiful, Kevin! xx Michael